Life
is kinda like
a corrugated, washboard ranch road, I believe. You give
anything enough time
and experience and you’ll find that warts and scars and
grooves will get worn
in it. The down times and the up times can lead to a
corrugation in our dirt
roads and our lives.
Any good
cowboy knows how to handle a washboard road, though. Taken
slowly, a pickup
truck hits each little dip and rattles its carburetor
until it puts a kink in
the distributor clamp. It takes forever to get someplace,
of course, but it
does give a guy time to compose a
symphony or a letter to
Congress.
There is only one way to handle a
washboard road: gun it!
Oh yeah,
Mama. You step down on the pedal and kick that monster up
to about 52 miles an
hour and everything smooths out. Fly, baby, fly.
And in
life, we can wallow forever in the slow and low stuff and
take ages to get
somewhere, or we can floor it, give a yell, and skip along
on
the high spots.
Somehow,
that
sounds like more fun.
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Feet sore from
all that walking? Hey, just sit on a rock
and sprinkle some “Foot’s Achin’” powder on them. The
secret’s in the sitting.